Honey. Its a sweet, slow moving substance used to make teas less tart, cereal less bland, coffee more flavorful. Its made by bees, too. Bees. Insects with warning stripes and a venomous stinger. How completly opposite type things. One is sweet, and one is, well, not.
It is spring break, and I am finally home. And being home is wonderful. But getting here with all the exams, term papers, late nights, red bull chugs, stresses, frustration, and confusion was not exactly pleasant.
So, what I'm getting at is that is it my understanding that anything that is purely good seems even sweeter after all the stings of what isn't. I love being home because home is where the honey is.
Bzzzzz. (Ha! Sorry, couldn't help myself!)
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The way my brain works seems queer. I walk about this earth in a manner as everyone else. In such a hurry to get from place A, to B, finish task X and talk to person Y. But sometimes I think about what I'm doing and how I'm living in a way that is artistic. The words swirl into perfect formation, and reflects my heart to a T.